I don’t know, I have days when the strangest things are funny.
We were kids pretending, playing roles
Being the characters, wearing the clothes
Making up stories, saying the lines
There were no limits and no confines
But no matter who we decided to be
You were you and I was me.
Together now it seems as though
Our grown up selves are just for show.
The walls come down, the pretense dies
We see through each others thin disguise
No matter how old or long apart
You know my honne, I know your heart.
We are at peace and safe and free
When you are you and I am me.
Prompts for the Promptless: Honne is a Japanese noun referring to the behavior and opinions someone truly believes in– often displayed with one’s closest confidants.